Page 15 of Forgotten Pieces

With thoughts of Tacoma, the parts of my body that felt reignited from her presence, curse my body. My pants get tight as my dick hardens from the thought of her.

Shelley’s words break my thoughts as she walks out of the bathroom, a loose t-shirt of mine covering her body. “Who was that girl earlier?”

“What girl?”

“Oh come on, Ryder. Don’t pull that shit with me. I know you knew her. I could tell by the way you reacted.”

I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the chair in the corner of the room. “She is a friend of my cousin.”

Shelley sits on the bed. “I think she was more than that Ryder.”

“She is seven years younger than me, Shell, you really think there was something there?” I ask rhetorically as I remove my pants. “She had a crush on me when I lived in White Creek. She was in high school. I was an adult looking after my mom.”

“But you found her attractive?”

I groan as I scratch my hands over my face. “No, I didn’t.”

“You didn’t? Or you don’t? It’s a big difference.”

I reach for a pair of sweats to throw over my boxer briefs. “I don’t. And why does any of this matter? Shell, you are making a big deal out of nothing.” I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I hear Shelley’s footsteps behind me. “But you found her attractive tonight.”

“Come on, Shell. Drop it,” I say as I reach for the toothpaste.

“I saw the way you looked at her when no one was watching. She turned you on.”

“You need to go to sleep. You always get like this when you’re drunk.” I turn toward the bathroom mirror as I brush my teeth.

Shelley sighs softly. “Like what? Horny? Because I am. I want to see those eyes you threw at her look at me that way.”

I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth before I answer her. Every time she drinks she thinks I am cheating or flirting or who knows what. I turn back toward her just as she rips the t-shirt over her head. Her hand glides down her stomach, slipping between her legs.

“That’s the look I wanted,” she says as she works her fingers in her.

I don’t know if it was the few drinks I had or the fact my mind is still thinking about Tacoma but for the first time in a while my dick wakes up around my fiancée. I reach out for her and pull her tight against me as I lower my lips to hers. “You’re a bad girl, Shell.”

“Am I?” she responds coyly, bringing her wet fingers up to my lips.

I suck them into my mouth then lift her into my arms as my lips descend on hers. As I carry her to the bed thoughts of brown hair and green eyes flash through my brain. And I don’t care. I’ll let them stay there. And I do as I fuck my fiancée the way I want to fuck Tacoma.

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I use my t-shirt to wipe my brow as I run through town. I’m on mile ten but it still doesn’t seem like enough to make up for the fact I fucked Shelley last night for the first time in almost a year and the entire time I was thinking of fucking Tacoma. The girl I haven’t seen in eight years.

Maybe it’s the young boy in me deep down that still wishes he found out how her body tasted inside and out years ago that is awakening this thing inside of me. And if that’s the case, it will pass soon enough. I know I can’t have her. And I won’t. I am happy with Shelley. And last night was good for us despite where my head was the whole time.

I run another five miles before I return home. Shelley is sitting at the table, sipping on coffee, with her phone in her hand. I smile as I stare at her. She is usually up and ready to take on the day by six in the morning. But I know she is hungover. I left for my run at seven and she was sound asleep. It’s almost eleven and she is still sitting in sweats, her blonde hair piled high on her head. I walk over to her and lean down to kiss her. But she turns away from me as she types away on her phone.

“I’m working,” is all she says.

It’s odd that after us not being intimate for so long she gives me the cold shoulder the next day. I walk to the fridge and grab a bottle of water and sit next to her at the table. She continues to ignore me so I grab her phone and set it down next to me. “What’s the matter?”

She sighs and she turns her body toward me. “Nothing is the matter.”

I grab one of her hands and use my other hand to lift her chin to meet my gaze. “Something is.”

She softens at that and leans forward to give me a kiss. I think she meant for it to be a quick one but I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her while I explore her mouth. She giggles at me and grinds her body into mine, her hands gripping my neck.

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